"Play with me, dear." Every hair on Yan Xiaobao's body stood on end. Turning around, he fled as fast as he could. "That's not a banesoul, that's an evil ghost!" Filled with fear, Yan Xiaobao ran at his fastest pace. Moments earlier, as he stared at the young girl, he was suddenly overwhelmed by a deadly crisis. This feeling was so intense that every inch of his flesh and every drop of his blood screamed in terror.
He had a strong premonition that if he ran slower, he would die!
The deadly sensation made him visibly tremble, panting heavily as he pushed forward faster and faster, his eyes bloodshot as he delved deeper into the Fallen Sword World.
The next day, he checked his shoulder to confirm that he wasn't being chased by any banesouls, especially not the little girl. Seeing he was alone, he breathed a sigh of relief. However, fear from the previous day's event still lingered in his heart.
